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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my moving into the university dorms as a freshman. I am still close friends with (ironically) the "guys in the band" as we all met freshman & sophomore year. We all got a kick out of remembering those first, terrifying days away from home with minimal fallback positions. Somehow, all but one of us made it through (the drummer sadly passed away almost 30 years ago from a drug overdose-suicide-accident, a simple but really tasty drummer who understood the soul of the music) unscathed to lead productive lives. Though my monitor engineer and I was pretty much the worst players (by a long shot), and everybody else had high ambitions to make it in the music industry, only my monitor engineer and I were solidly successful and we both had a 35+ year careers in pro audio. Mixing FOH, monitors, production management/tech director and (large) venue manager, we stepped into and out of each other's primary roles to fill in as needed. We are still partners today, though winding things down as it's not as much fun as when we were younger.

Friendships like this are what the younger guys who are critical of us old farts are missing... not enough time has elapsed for them to have developed these friendships, therefore they just don't understand what they don't know.
 
And takes a life time to learn, by then for many it is already too late! i just had a like conversation with my younger daughter.. and her lame hubby!
Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my moving into the university dorms as a freshman. I am still close friends with (ironically) the "guys in the band" as we all met freshman & sophomore year. We all got a kick out of remembering those first, terrifying days away from home with minimal fallback positions. Somehow, all but one of us made it through (the drummer sadly passed away almost 30 years ago from a drug overdose-suicide-accident, a simple but really tasty drummer who understood the soul of the music) unscathed to lead productive lives. Though my monitor engineer and I was pretty much the worst players (by a long shot), and everybody else had high ambitions to make it in the music industry, only my monitor engineer and I were solidly successful and we both had a 35+ year careers in pro audio. Mixing FOH, monitors, production management/tech director and (large) venue manager, we stepped into and out of each other's primary roles to fill in as needed. We are still partners today, though winding things down as it's not as much fun as when we were younger.

Friendships like this are what the younger guys who are critical of us old farts are missing... not enough time has elapsed for them to have developed these friendships, therefore they just don't understand what they don't know.
 
Of all the bands from my early days, all my friends except one can no longer come out and play.


In My Life

There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more


Songwriters: John Lennon / Paul Mccartney
In My Life lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
 
A friend had a large converted bus, not the same make as the one you are looking at. When it got older, he sold it because of the maintenance costs. At that scale, everything related costs so much more.
 
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Get on with your Grumpy self!
 
Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of my moving into the university dorms as a freshman. I am still close friends with (ironically) the "guys in the band" as we all met freshman & sophomore year. We all got a kick out of remembering those first, terrifying days away from home with minimal fallback positions. Somehow, all but one of us made it through (the drummer sadly passed away almost 30 years ago from a drug overdose-suicide-accident, a simple but really tasty drummer who understood the soul of the music) unscathed to lead productive lives. Though my monitor engineer and I was pretty much the worst players (by a long shot), and everybody else had high ambitions to make it in the music industry, only my monitor engineer and I were solidly successful and we both had a 35+ year careers in pro audio. Mixing FOH, monitors, production management/tech director and (large) venue manager, we stepped into and out of each other's primary roles to fill in as needed. We are still partners today, though winding things down as it's not as much fun as when we were younger.

Friendships like this are what the younger guys who are critical of us old farts are missing... not enough time has elapsed for them to have developed these friendships, therefore they just don't understand what they don't know.
I have one friend I knew since the 70's. He's still playing today. He posts silly pics with his girlfriend on Facebook every other day. Found a young gal who worships the quicksand he walks on. :laugh:

He looks great and is in great shape. Never made it big but has a following. We "like" each others' posts but really don't talk. I smile when I see him playing onstage. When we were young he was pretty intense and so was I. Caused some friction but over the years I've since forgotten why. I'm glad he's still playing.
 
I get that...the finest musicians (by how I measure them) on this earth are not stars, playing music often but not for groceries. They aren't doctors, lawyers, etc that buy purchase THE state of the art most expensive gear but have pretty good gear. Put these players head to head against the 'brand names' of just about any instrument, any genre, and the part timers simply blow the 'stars' off any stage or studio around.

So many times it comes down to the choices people make and the opportunities they are presented with, as much as anything else.

Peace, out
 
I've thought that since I was a kid. Avoided mainstream music for the longest time.

You'd be siting fat if good with money and you were a nameless, faceless, thankless studio bassist in the 60's.

But, as Mr. Strickland of Strickland propane, you know retailer of propane and propane products says, "If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we'd all have a merry Christmas."
 
Of all the bands from my early days, all my friends except one can no longer come out and play.
Me too.

I lost track of most of my classmates from Humber College, but there were only three that still seemed to be visibly active in music just a couple of decades later- Rick Emmett (lead vox and guitar in Triumph), a clarinetist named Bobby DiAngelis, and a bassist named Russell, who went into artist management.

No sad song lyrics here, though. I'm getting more bookings now than I was in my twenties. Enjoying it more, too!

GOF content: ...but my back and shoulders hurt like @#&!! after a long gig these days.
 
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